So I came to this awesome little place in Silverton to work and the little ones needed a nap (big 2 are running with Seth). So here I sit, little 2 in car seats and Tay in the front playing.
This is my view:
I left the windows up for 5 minutes or so waiting for them to actually be asleep before I let in a ton of noise, good plan right? Well of course nosey old lady decides to inform me it is hot in my van. Mind you we are in Silverton, Colorado, not Phoenix! My van is huge on the inside so never heats up too terribly, and it’s white! Ugh… She informed me she would not like to be in there, I thanked her and continued to do my work. (I did roll down the windows once Tru was asleep and no one was sweaty or uncomfortable)
This is just a giant reminder that people always think they know better than you. Not too long ago Tajh and Tea and their running was posted about on Facebook. Plenty of people had kind comments while there were some angry people. Apparently I am living through my kids, forcing them to run, and they are going to end up getting burnt out on running so I am a terrible Mother. ugh… I couldn’t help but laugh as I read these comments. Children are raised in all different ways, who is to say one way is better than another? I might have some crazy hippie ideas on how to handle my children, but I have to say I get tons of compliments. Honestly, to each their own. I try to not get too bent out of shape about the evil comments and bask in the awesome ones. I even say thank you when I get the occasional “God Bless”.
I saw the comments that were left on your kids’ Facebook post. It made me think… what did we do when we were little? Oh yeah. We swam laps at 8 a.m. for an hour, diving practice at 10, syncro at 11 (basically treading water for 1.5 hours, mostly while holding our breath) and then on meet days (three days a week) we were back at the pool by 6 p.m. to swim for an hour, then race and/or compete until 9 or 10 p.m. Then there were the special weekends when we had additional meets that required us to warm up, race, warm up, race, repeat. If we had our way (after we begged our parents), our free time in between practices and meets were spent playing and swimming in the pool. Also, any summer birthday parties were held at… the pool.
Our parents were definitely living vicariously through us and would’ve given anything to swim for 10+ hours a day. Also, all that exercise totally destroyed our growing bodies as we are but shells of former human beings. Good thing the staff at Park Pool stocked the vending machine with nutritious foods so we could make healthy choices (Skittles for breakfast, Mike & Ikes for lunch).
Keep doing what you’re doing, Sabrina! You’re a rock star.
We were at The Avalanche when this happened.
I saw your van earlier in the day at the bottom of Kendall and when I saw it parked out the front of the cafe, had meant to ask you about what “sevenwildandfree” meant. Then the lady burst into the cafe while I was ordering, demanding to know who owned the white van from everyone, excluding me, presumably because I already had a child in tow. After she found you, I didn’t think that you wanted more people asking about the van…
Enjoy your time in Silverton. It is a very special place and a place to get away from the “rules”. Don’t let them get to you. You know better.